There is quite a lot of activity recorded here on this section of beach, from human beans and their mean machines, to pedestrian strolls of canines, pigeons and seagulls. All temporarily recorded, that is, until the next storm or wave washes the slate clean once again. Much like the nature of our finite lives, perhaps.
What stories might these tracks tell? What stories do our all-too-brief “tracks in the sand” tell?
